“Here we go again,” I sigh. It’s 2014, and I am draped in a hospital gown, staring through the partially drawn curtain from my bed into the prep and recovery section of the hospital. A nurse inserts an intravenous needle as I expertly hold my arm out for her. It’s my fourth D&C, my second with Dean. I had already suffer…
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